Adeimantus added: Has no one told you of the torch - race on horseback in honour
of the goddess which will take place in the evening?

With horses! I replied: That is a novelty. Will horsemen carry torches and
pass them one to another during the race?

Yes, said Polemarchus, and not only so, but a festival will he celebrated at
night, which you certainly ought to see. Let us rise soon after supper and see
this festival; there will be a gathering of young men, and we will have a good
talk. Stay then, and do not be perverse.

Glaucon said: I suppose, since you insist, that we must.

Very good, I replied. -

Accordingly we went with Polemarchus to his house; and there we found his
brothers Lysias and Euthydemus, and with them Thrasymachus the Chalcedonian,
Charmantides the Paeanian, and Cleitophon the son of Aristonymus. There too
was Cephalus the father of Polemarchus, whom I had not seen for a long time,
and I thought him very much aged. He was seated on a cushioned chair, and had
a garland on his head, for he had been sacrificing in the court; and there
were some other chairs in the room arranged in a semicircle, upon which we sat
down by him. He saluted me eagerly, and then he said: —

You don't come to see me, Socrates, as often as you ought: If I were still
able to go and see you I would not ask you to come to me. But at my age I can
hardly get to the city, and therefore you should come oftener to the Piraeus.
For let me tell you, that the more the pleasures of the body fade away, the
greater to me is the pleasure and charm of conversation. Do not then deny my
request, but make our house your resort and keep company with these young men;
we are old friends, and you will be quite at home with us.

I replied: There is nothing which for my part I like better, Cephalus, than
conversing with aged men; for I regard them as travellers who have gone a
journey which I too may have to go, and of whom I ought to enquire, whether
the way is smooth and easy, or rugged and difficult. And this is a question
which I should like to ask of you who have arrived at that time which the
poets call the 'threshold of old age' —Is life harder towards the end, or
what report do you give of it?